My self-employment was perfect every other day except when I’d slept only four hours and I needed to schlep it all over Manhattan. Noisy, rude, busy streets that I ordinarily loved were my enemy as I stepped off the subway and hoisted my too heavy bag over my shoulder. The thing weighed ten pounds if not more.

The plan for the next year was to have an office somewhere I didn’t have to brace against every form of weather, today was brisk, a chill in the air, making me wear in layers, and fight the lines in coffee shops to wait for my mocha latte with an extra pump of vanilla syrup, or wait in impossible traffic.

The city that never sleeps was horrendously crammed.

I arrived at my destination ten minutes late, never a good impression and I mentally kicked myself, momma always said it was better to arrive early than late, and she was right, that curl of anxiety in my belly was present as I pushed my way into the florist shop on 9th and West. It was run by a sister duo, and over the last six month they’d noticed a dip in their profit margin and then invoices didn’t make sense and the last straw before they contacted me for a full system sweep of their operation was something didn’t look right with their online banking.

It smelled of fiddling somewhere along the line.

I was greeted by a scowl and a smile. I focused on the smiling woman, older than her sister by a few years from my estimate.

“Hello. I’m Sena Black. My apologies for being late, the subway was murder today. Do you want to point me in the right direction? And I can get started.”

I was right to focus on the smiling sister, the other one barely paid me any attention except to mutter about time keeping. You try staying up with strippers until 4am, lady, and then rise for work, see how well you do.

I worked for the rest of the morning. It seemed straightforward at first, until I found layers of firewall installed on their computer with a back door.

Firewall not installed by them.

Oh, the mystery of it. This was why I loved IT. Coding and programming was my jam, I could sit and pick apart coding all damn day with a bag of gummi worms at my elbow and a diet Sprite but offer me the chance to dig into an impenetrable security system and I might pee with excitement.

“Can I get you a coffee?” Smiling sister asked from the doorway. I turned a grateful face on her.

“God, yes please. I’ll take cream and sugar, thanks.”

“How is it looking? Were we right to worry?”

“Oh, yeah.” I told her, and her eyes widened, halting momentarily. I rushed on. “But don’t worry. At least you know nothing more can happen, I got this.”

“Thank god. We can’t afford to keep losing money and when Noah told us about you—”

I spun around on the desk chair, the thing had wheels and slid me a foot across the floor, shimmying myself back to the computer I asked. “I was recommended by Noah Fierro?”

“Oh, yes. Sweetest guy.” I mentally snorted. Egomaniac would love that. “He comes in regularly to send flowers to his mother and he caught us on a day when four thousand dollars suddenly disappeared out of the bank, we were frantic. He said he knew an incredibly smart computer genius and gave me your card, we called that same day to book an appointment with you.”

I was all warm and gushy inside.

She went to get my coffee and I grabbed at my cell to send a text to the egomaniac in question.

 

SouthernBelle: You got me this job at the florist. I owe you pizza.

 

Not even a minute later.

 

KingOfManhattan: Please, not pizza. I want a grown-up meal. Cooked at home on the stove not delivered in a box.

 

I snorted. He was such a food snob.

 

SouthernBelle: Done.

 

I’d make him Momma’s baked Ziti. It was one of the few recipes I knew by heart without having to call the woman and have her talk me through it for an hour.

The florist shop situation all became clear a few hours and many rejuvenating coffees later. My belly full of caffeine, I’d tied my hair back as I’d hunched and traced the security breach, picking it away one ribbon at a time.

I knew I was getting close when I felt my pulse spike.

It was a rush figuring out a technology mystery.

Man, it was like a hit of sex for my brain. I loved it.

When I released my aching fingers from the keyboard I felt the stab of achievement, only it wasn’t going to be as such for the two ladies who turned their eyes on me as I made my way to the front of shop where they were putting together gorgeous pale lemon bouquets.

“I have good news and bad news.” I announced.

The smiling sister, as I suspected she would, spoke first. Worry etched on her brow. She had a pencil stuck in her hair bun and I found it charming. “Hit us with it. It can’t be worse than we’ve been thinking.”

“Do you know anyone in Wagner College?”

I knew instantly they did when both ladies looked at each other. And then the scowling sister spoke. “My son. He’s on a football scholarship, it’s his senior year. Why?”

Smiling sister had already joined the dots herself. Red mottle crawled up her neck and face until she was pure anger. “You know why, Sylvie!  Didn’t I tell you. Didn’t I say! That little shit has been stealing from us. Hasn’t he?” Eyes turned to me.

“That I can’t say. But the breach leads directly back to a server on Wagner grounds. Whoever it is, is good, he bounced the signal all over the city, but that’s the trail. There was a back door purposely hidden in your security to easily access to drain little amounts of funds without sounding an alert no one would really notice until it was too late.”

“No! He wouldn’t. Bab! He promised. He said.”

Ut oh.

“He said nothing but fucking lies. I’m going to kill him.”

This was a Lifetime movie in the making.

“He’s focused on his football.” Not sure who she was speaking to, me or her sister, but Sylvie’s face went chalk white, knuckles burning from her tight anguished fists. I felt for her. Nothing screwed you over better than family, nothing surprised me more than to know most of the time embezzlement began with someone you knew and loved.

“He’s wasting his skills on football, ma’am, if he can hack a security system and your bank account and not be detected for months.”

“No one knew because we’re hopeless with computers.” Bab informed, fuming as she paced the small entryway to the store. She flipped the open sign to closed. “Are you absolutely certain of this?” she asked me.

I always printed the evidence; my customers could make of it what they would. I wasn’t the law, I just found the leaks. I handed over what I had, watching carefully as she read over every bank drop the boy had supposedly siphoned into his own account over the period of eighteen months.

“That greedy little, lying shitbag. You call him right now, Sylvie. Right fucking now, you tell that lanky weasel to get his ass home!”

“But—but.” Poor Sylvie was ashen, tears brimmed her lashes. It had to sting worse for her, not only family fucking them over, but one that had come from her loins. Kids were so damn ungrateful and didn’t want to work for anything these days. While as a computer hacker I could admire his skill, damn, kid, you did your mom wrong.

“Now!” She yelled at her sister then turned a quieter, no less frantic tone to me. “Ms. Black, can you fix the problem in our security, so he can’t do this again? I don’t want the little thief to be able to ever do this again.”

“Already done. I suggest you change your passwords to something more elaborate that Muffy55 though.”

What an eventful afternoon.

That was another reason I loved my job; no two days were the same.

As I packed up my bag I heard Sylvie on the phone pleading with the son in question to tell her it wasn’t true. Only when Bab grabbed the phone did the call turn violent in tone, screaming for him to get his bony ass home so his uncle Mike could rip his head off.

I suppressed a laugh. If the boy had any mind he’d run far and quickly.

I tech-doc two more computers that day, just home desktops full of porn and nudity then I made my way home to nap like a doggo.

I think I caught my second wind on the ride home, and when I was in the elevator about to hit my floor I instead pressed the penthouse level. My plan being I’d grab a sweet tea with Noah and tell him about the boy genius hacker and then pour myself into bed for a power nap before dinner.

I fished out my key to his place, no doubt he was hunched behind the command center wheeling and dealing, how much money does one person need? A lot is always his reply when I asked. He was driven, more than anyone else I’ve ever known. I love his work ethic, his utter focus for going out for what he wants, never deviating from the path he’d set himself.

Noah came from a humble family, great mom and dad, both high school teachers, two sisters, one elder, one younger, both married with kids which left him in the middle to earn the millions and earn them he had.

They lived in Long Island and I know he loves them, loves spending time with them, they’re one of those families who vacation together as often as they can, and god help Noah if he ever passed up a holiday without going home then his two sisters and his mom would turn up on his door and read him the riot act before sobbing on his shoulder asking why he doesn’t love them anymore.

As any woman possessed in her arsenal, emotional blackmail is the best tried and tested method and since Noah hated tears he gave in like a punk.

He loves his family and that was a great trait in a person.

I didn’t expect to be greeted by noise as I let myself in.

Two deep voices, one I knew instantly belonging to Noah, he’s amused, and I know this because he gets this husky lilt to his voice.

I paused in the long hallway, not sure why until the second voice registered and everything in me turned ashen cold.

It’s a voice I haven’t heard in, god, how long? Maybe two years? Longer?

Tom the ex.

Or as I like to think of him; Tom the dick-munching goat fucker.

Yeah, I hate him.

“Hey, babe, remember that Strypes gig we went to For Keenan’s birthday?” Tom asked, and Noah chuckled. “You still have that CD?”

My heart both plummeted and raced hearing Tom’s steady, charming voice again. And in the penthouse of all places.

Why was he here?

Why the fuck was Noah laughing at the dickhead?

A maelstrom of emotion sputtered like erratic butterflies inside my chest almost making breathing impossible.

I know one thing, I didn’t want to see the manwhore, or I might put my fist in his pretty model face.

I retreated as quietly as I’d entered the front door with no one none the wiser I’d been there.

Memories of two years ago were easy enough to remember since I didn’t like the guy much, not for jealousy reasons, I was pretty much in control of my crush back then, before any sexual fiddling had happened, but it was more than obvious Tom didn’t like me, either.

Not that he openly showed it. He was snake charming to my face. In front of Noah he made out like he loved Noah’s best friend. But there was no concealing Tom’s animosity and irritation when it was just us. He made it clear he wanted me out of Noah’s life.

I tried to stay out of the way towards the end, declining invites to go places with them. It was something Noah questioned after shit went south with them.

Just my damn luck the elevator didn’t return to me in time to avoid seeing him when I heard the door open and turned my head to see the irritation leaving Noah’s apartment.

Great. Just great.

Inhaling, I asked Jesus to take the wheel.

Slightly shorter than Noah, Tom was lean like he’d never licked a piece of fatty bacon in his life and built for clothes to look just perfect on his ripped frame. With the right amount of facial hair on his angled face and dark brown-hazel colored eyes, plump lips and his sweep of chocolate hair and brown skin he was to the world the perfect man.

He ought to be since he was one of the world's best male models of the moment. I hated seeing his smarmy face plastered around Manhattan.

“Well. Well. Look who it is. Little Sena.” He always pronounced my name wrong. SIN-A. Bastard did it to rile me.

Well I wasn’t rising to his bait.

I curved a smile fake as Christmas in July.

“Hello, Tom. You’re looking well.”

You still look like a dickhead and I’d really love to punch your smug mouth.

“So do you, sweetie.” Unfriendly eyes swept me up and down, taking in my cheap converse and comfortable denim, yeah, his dismissive glance said I was one rung down from garbage collector.

“Not going in?” He indicated behind him. I felt my hackles rise when he simpered. I just bet he knew I’d seen him in there and scurried out. Asshole.

“I forgot I left the stove on.”

“Hm. Indeed. I’m just running out to pick up dinner. We have a lot to catch up on as you’d imagine.”

Oh, yeah, a nice shot. Target hit. He always suspected my feelings for Noah, even poked at me about them in a joking way in front of Noah and others.

I merely smiled and climbed into the open elevator.

Unfortunately, Prince of all dickheads followed me, filling the car more than I’d like. I moved to the right and faced forward and hoped the thing moved down to my floor with warp speed.

“I’m surprised to see you’re still living here.”

“And why is that? It’s a good building.”

“Sure.” Tom said. But it sounded more like fuck off. “It is, with Noah paying the rent.” He took another swipe. My eyes blazed staring at him.

“I pay my own rent, thanks for the concern, not that it’s any of your business.”

His tone devoid of nuance. “Noah has always been my business.”

Even when you were banging another model at fashion week? Yeah, I bet Noah was forefront in your mind, I wanted to scream, but kept it to myself with barely any will holding me together.

The elevator opened, and I thanked god.

“Later.” I told him briskly.

“Don’t worry if you don’t see him for a few days, sweetie,” he called after me, smarm lacing through every word. “I’ll take good care of him.”

And fuck you.

Now I could be wrong, because I’m a goddamn unicorn princess, my momma insisted so, but I so get the feeling that guy truly hated me.

The feeling was altogether mutual.

I should be feeling hate. And I was. I didn’t want Noah hurt by that manwhore, but it was a forest fire of panic flooding me as I locked the door behind me, leaning against it, my head was buzzing like bees. So much alarm.

He’s not mine to lose.

He’s not mine to lose.

I should want him happy. Even with Prince turd, if that’s what he wanted.

So much for having a nap. I’d been abruptly awakened before my head had even touched a pillow, now there was no chance I’d sleep.

Not with my mind going in ten directions, each one more jealous than the last.

And I hated the emotion. Hated having it part of every breath.  

Something had to give and soon, or these feelings would ruin my goddamn life.

Slightly pissed off at my reaction, I felt the sucker punch to my solar plexus from seeing one dickhead that once mattered to Noah.

Could I really bear being around Tom again, not just because of his screw up but my own feelings in the way? To see Noah with him again.

Deviating through the living room I found my wallet, keys and cell phone. Fresh air of the wine variety sounded amazing right now and I was going to indulge until I could stomach the realization the lovebirds were probably up there right now making up for lost time.

My fucking head was going to explode.

It was a kick in the pants that I only wanted to be loved and Noah could so easily give it to the Tom’s of the world and not me who is more devoted to him than anyone else.

I felt part longing and part rage.

It’s so stupid.

It’s not like any of this is brand new news to me. For fucks sake, Sena. My plain irrational anger was palpable, and it persisted, it festered and made me ache.

Just love me back. I’m pathetic.

The danger of my heart being annihilated is more real now than ever before.

 

~*~*~

 

During my life I’ve done some stupid things I wasn’t proud of, it’s all part of growing into an adult. Who hasn’t? Some turn into funny anecdotes you tell at parties, others you keep to yourself.

What came next was some A-grade dumb shit, even my granny would tell me so. Because bless my soul, I was an idiot to let the first guy that came up to me in the bar buy me a drink.

Not that he was a douche. He was worse. He was a closet douche. Women know the kind, he’d smile and charm on the outside and you don’t see his douchery until it’s too late. We sat together and talked about college football for thirty minutes, it’s one of my great loves so I was happy to have someone to chat with. I missed being home to go to see the Clemson Tigers in person. This (closet douche) guy supported the Boston Eagles, his hometown, there’s no accounting for taste, but he was cute in a friendly kind of way and we bantered about the times our teams have met (we creamed them thank-you-very-much) He certainly was not my type, and I had no intentions of taking this one drink any further, but there’s nothing wrong in being sociable, right? Maybe I am as momma says too trusting of strangers, because when he laughed at something I said and reached out to palm my thigh I wasn’t expecting it.

Knocking his hand away I knew it was time to go, or at least wind this conversation down.

“Ah, come on, baby-doll.” He grinned slickly, a patch of his muddy blonde hair falling into his eyes. “We can have some fun. I live just nearby.”

What kind of sleaze uses baby-doll as an endearment?

 “Thanks for the offer. But no.”

His eyes changed.

Every nuance of friendliness morphed into something nastier in a second. It entered his eyes and it caught me by surprise because we’d only been chatting.

“So, you’ve just been a cock-tease this entire time? Un-fucking-believable, bitch. I should have known.”

I was taken aback. “Excuse me, you, arrogant jerk. I’ve done no such thing. We were having a football conversation, that’s it. If you translated it to mean I wanted to climb into your bed then that’s your issue, and I suggest you seek counseling.” I wanted to tell him to fuck right off as I slid off my stool and took myself to a table, not before I heard him call me a teasing bitch again. And he wasn’t quiet about it either.

More upsetting than having dirty daggers thrown at me from across the bar, the guy never took his stare off me, was that in a packed bar not one person spoke up for me though they must have heard his insult.

Chivalry was truly dead.  

And now I was a little spooked. It was late, I was alone, and that guy was staring at me as he knocked back whiskies. My apartment a block away, did I chance walking alone? I’d seen the movies, I knew that was a crappy idea.

I thought about calling a girlfriend with her boyfriend who could drop by, safety in numbers, but the Southern part of me didn’t want to bother anyone, least of all for something and nothing. The guy probably didn’t care an iota about me now, undoubtedly eyeing up his next victim, but when I looked over, yep…staring hate at me.

My belly gripped, and I stayed at the bar longer than I wanted to.

Until around 10pm.

 

KingOfManhattan: Do you want to go to Divas with me tonight?  Leaving in 10 minutes.

 

Oh, thank you, Jesus. I can’t even tell you the relief I felt reading Noah’s text. It felt like a lifeline. A sexier Batman.

 

SouthernBelle: I can’t deal with another late night. But can you do me a favor?

KingOfManHattan: We don’t do favors.

 

Smartass. I smiled.

 

SouthernBelle: Then what do we do?

KingOfManhattan: We just do things for each other, no payback.

SouthernBelle: Then will you do something for me? ;)

SouthernBelle: I meant :) not ;)

KingOfManhattan: The wink was better. What do you need, kitten?

 

My greedy heart soaked up his instant offer. How stupid was I? It’s like I can’t help it, my body responded before my mind told me to chill my shit.

Okay. Do I tell him the whole truth or the watered-down version that I just wanted him to pick me up? And will the dickhead be with him? Ugh. I almost changed my mind because if I saw them together before I’d effectively put my barriers in place I might hurl.

 

SouthernBelle: I’m at O’Dooley’s. Can you come and get me, please? There’s a creepy Mc Creeperson guy and I don’t want to walk home, in case, you know, he makes a skin suit out of me.

 

When he didn’t text me back right away, or even call, as I thought he might, I wondered if I’d missed him and he’d already left for work, maybe he was busy getting his face kissed off by he-who-we-hated. Ugh. That was more likely when I thought about it.

Tom was pushy.

Tom was an epic moron.

Tom was—Noah striding in through the doorway looking like that avenging Batman of a few minutes ago. Ohmigod, four minutes it took him. What did he do powerwalk here? Either way I was so grateful I beamed a smile, more so because he was gorgeously alone.

Etched on his face was his trademark scowl. I didn’t think it was for me until he was right in front of me. “The fuck, Sena?”

Excuse me?

I blinked.

“What? Thank you for coming. I was probably worried for nothing.” Now I felt like melodramatic crap for bothering him. Way to go, Liz Taylor, should I take my bow now? I grabbed my things and made to leave. His hand stopped me.

“Where the fuck is this guy?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters. Where?” Voice like steel, I felt it stir my blood. His eyes were no better, sharp and locked on my face, his hand on my waist now in a claiming hold. Protective. Not claiming, stupid.

I nodded over the bar and if looks could kill then douche-guy would have turned to smoke instantly.

No one would ever claim Noah to be a walkover, he got shit done, he was that guy who handled things and for a brief second, I questioned if he was going to stride over and go all Krays on him.

Something flickered in my lower region.

To be loved by Noah, even platonically was about the greatest gift a person be blessed with.

“Leave it. Let’s go. He’s just like all guys, thinks with his glands and doesn’t like being turned down.”

“Not all men.”

His arm slid around my waist and stayed there the whole way home.

He kept silent.

When I was the object of his affection it was as though the sun shone brighter than daybreak basking me in happy juice. It was a blessing and a curse. A curse because it made me want. I almost sought to put up my Noah shields when he was being sweet.

But now his ex was back on the scene and I felt unsettled in my skin.

“Thanks.” I told him at the door. He followed me into my apartment. “Sorry if I made you late.”

For a second, I though he wasn’t going to talk at all. Until.

“Jesus Christ, Sena. Do you like putting yourself in those situations for fucks sake?”

Blink. Blink.

“Excuse me?” I huffed. “This was not my doing!”

“Assholes in bars. You could have been hurt. Or worse.” Eyes were dark clouds. Face like fury. He was seconds away from giving me the safety lecture and he’d be right, but still. Not cool to get mad at me. My eyebrows bunched, and I dropped my things on the hall table, he rounded on me, pulling me by the arm and pressed me up against the wall.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again if—”

“Shut up. Just shut up.” He looked in pain, his gaze moving over my face as if he wanted to say something. Silence was his only move. I was certain he’d lecture me, but I could see that maybe I scared him and I’m sorry for that.

I started to tell him then noticed his attention drifted down to my mouth, and, god, I felt him there like a hot spike of need thrusting into my body all at once.

I shuddered against him and hoped he didn’t take note of my reaction.

I tried to push him back, to slide out from him.

My lips thrummed with need. I licked them, tipped my chin up, god, he smelled incredible as always, something darker that is addictive.

“Do you know what it would do to me if something happened to you? It’d fucking kill me, Sena.” His voice dragged hoarsely, and my heart stopped.

I wanted a taste of him so badly I was shaking.

“Noah…” I don’t know what I would have said after that.

A tortured sound escaped him, his broad chest lifted and fell on his hitched breath.

And then as if I’ve willed it —Jesus, maybe I did— his mouth crashed down on mine and I’m stunned. My gasp audible, and he used that millisecond to slide his tongue in.

Noah’s mouth on mine and I was so screwed.

Firm and soft, demanding lips.

He kissed the same way he ruled his life and business with utter control and I’m so fucking devastated by him.

The first touch was nothing I’ve anticipated or dreamed of.

It’s better.

It was a sonic blast and his body pushed me into the wall, lifting me up until my legs dangled, we didn’t break the kiss.

I daren’t for fear I’ve fallen, broken my neck and I’m in a fucking coma and this was my epic hallucination.

We move by some means of his strength carrying me across the floor and Noah dropped me onto the sofa and followed me down straight after.

We locked eyes. The longest stare of my life.

Two panting breaths.

I have the sinking feeling he’s going to tell me it was a mistake. He didn’t mean to fall on my mouth.

But he doesn’t. Further shocking the air out of me his mouth found mine again, we opened at the same time and groaned as our tongues touched.

Oh, god.

His tongue was daring, his lips moved over mine with detailed intent.

He tasted sweet.

He tasted fucking incredible. I sucked and kissed deeper, I couldn’t get enough.

He growled, and his hand twisted in my hair, holding me confined against the onslaught of his seeking tongue.

I’m unsure which of us was trembling.

We became uncoordinated, noses clashed, and it made me giggle and relax into it because Noah is fucking kissing me.

Holy Gouda, if I died now I’d be one pissed off afterlife ghost.

“Fuck, kitten,” he sucked my lower lip. “You taste…fuck. So good.”

My mind went mad. I had no control over my tongue. “I want this.” I told him with my hormones screaming. I touched him everywhere I could reach. His body fully on top of me now, hip to hip, groin to groin, with the noticeable hard pipe digging my belly and I pumped up.

He groaned and gripped my nape, tilting my head up, his pupils were enormous.

“Give me your mouth.” He commanded and just swooped in and took it before I could form a response when I angled my head back and Noah showed me I haven’t really been kissed before.

My mind sprinted.

What are we doing?

Everything would change.

I wanted it to change, didn't I?

I couldn't think over the swelling ease in which we kissed each other like it was the only thing either of us craved to do. Lust so dense it fogged the air and when Noah pulled my thighs apart to settle in the nest, those decisions are made already because there's no way I'm stopping. It even occurred to me if he decided it was a mistake afterward I still won't change my mind now.

I want it.

I want him.

Urgently.

Any way I can have him. And that made me pitiful on some level, I know that, I'm acknowledging it with the last vestige of brain power before everything checked offline and I concentrated on the heady sensation of large hands pulling down my pants, tossing them to the floor and followed up with my panties until the bottom half of me was absolutely naked.

I heard him swallow in between my rushing panting, felt the rapid pump of his heart when I reached for his shirt.

“I want to taste you.”

My clit swelled, grew wet and needy. It was almost illicit how he raked his gaze but before I could truly take it all in, his head descended. I'm laid on the sofa with my legs spread, my hips lifted, aching.

Noah could accept it as consent.

Good god. I want him so badly.

Noah’s hands on my inner thighs felt incredible keeping me open, the power and desire of the first touch of his mouth on my mound and I nearly went off like a rocket.

“Oh, Jesus.”

He brushed his mouth back and forth, getting a feel of what I presume was his first mouth to vagina action.

My vagina. Ohmigod. If I don't die of excess inhalation, then the impending orgasm on my peripheral was sure to take me out.

His hot breath stirred my pussy. Oh god, more. Please. Please.

I whimpered the plea before I comprehended.

He chuckled and gave me a long lick. “I will, kitten.”

For a novice, Noah didn't slowly introduce himself to my deprived wet business, he grabbed my hipbones and planted his face deep, going deeper, forcing my pussy open with strikes of his tongue.

I'm dying. I am so fricking dying.

 “I might not be the first man to tongue-fuck this southern pussy, kitten, but I’ll—”

“Be the only queer to tongue-fuck my southern pussy?” I interrupted on a gasping laugh as he rose his head to give me this look, his brows arched and aroused if that was possible, talking over me like I hadn’t even spoken.

“—be the man who makes you come the hardest. I’m going to destroy this southern pussy with my mouth.”

Oh. Ohh. Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.

“Maybe you need a map to—” I offered helpful and shyly, my insides shaking with anticipation.

His head lifted again, and he gave me that arrogant expression he wore often, then he dropped right between my legs, raking his tongue slowly and erotically over my clit before glancing my way. “Do you think so?”

God. I was seconds from coming with one little flick. “No.” Everything trembled. Skin, bone, voice. I was a mess. “No, you don’t.” I quaked.

He smiled and kissed the inside of my thigh. “So, I can do this my way now, yeah?”

I nodded vigorously, unable to use my voice.

With two hands around the back of his thick neck I led him down to where I wanted him, with any luck he had his tongue out ready.

The brutality of the penetration completely at odds with the slow swirling of his tongue on my clit, he’d taken to going down on me like a duck to water.

I took a claw hold of one of his shoulders, my other hand ripped hell out of the back of my sofa, it would look like an animal attack by the time I'm finished.

I'm so slippery wet his tongue moved easily, left, right, deep in and out, capturing my clit to suck hard. His tongue savaged my clit at the same time he rammed two fingers up inside me, curling to hit the exact perfect spot.

It’s like he’d been finger-fucking his whole life and a damn expert on what my body wanted even before I begged.

He pumped his hips obscenely and I couldn’t explain why, but it affected me more than the finger fucking. To bear witness to his need was hot as hell.

It’s like he turned every part of my body into an erogenous zone with his touch, fire licked under my too tight skin, I’m dying for him and in some incoherent way my garbled moans told him, and my skin was barely any barrier between his lips and my nerve endings as he stroked and pushed me further than I’ve ever been before. The pleasure indescribable.

I’m dying from it.

I’ll die if it stopped.

His fingers caressed me, coiled toward my pubic bone and then dragged along the tissues all the way out.

He repeated this motion in a strikingly slow loop.

He boiled me up.

I never knew how truly amazing oral sex could feel, like I was fucking floating in helium. Escalated bliss took hard control of my hips as I curved up and moaned for his mouth.

From between my legs I caught Noah’s grunt as he lapped and licked like a mad man, using the flatness of his tongue to pry me open and lash me inside.

He was completely relentless in his assault. I’m under no illusion just who was in charge and it wasn’t the wet whimpering, begging woman.

Noah muttered fuck and uhgn a few times, going at me deeper, faster, more methodically than any tongue had worked my pussy, he got his fingers in on it, too, firstly by brushing me open and holding there for his tongue to really go at me. Oh, Jesus, the sensation was too much.

“Noah. Please. It feels so good. Faster, please.”

 Dropping my foot from his hip I slipped it between us to his groin and rubbed my toes over his hard cock. He was so rigid and full I wanted to drag an orgasm out of him any way I could.

I let my foot stroke and enjoyed his ragged noises. He’s so thick my head swam with heady power. He liked what I was doing, pushing his dick into my questing foot like he needed the friction just as much as I did from his tongue.

Was he hard because he was giving me head? Disbelief and surprised pleasure blasted into my chest, swelling what I'm already feeling to greater heights.

“Let—let me see. Noah. Get it out, please.”

He grunted a few times, his head moving in between my thighs, I swear it's like looking down at a dream. My eyes glazed, and I fully immersed myself in letting him get me off, but I didn't miss as he reached one hand down, sliding that baby into his pants and pulled out his cock, already dripping at the tip.

While he ate me out he stroked himself roughly, tip to base, and back again, he didn’t go gentle on himself and I get the impression he’s just as desperate as I am for the climax. I wanted to reach down and help, god, do I.

Just wrap his cock tight in my fist and pump, pump, pump until he spilled all over me, but Noah had other ideas when he reared up.

His lips glossy, and didn't he just look me deep in the eye and lick them clean.

I'm dying. Please, Jesus. I am dying. This much lust surely could kill one horny southerner, can't it? If I lived, the sight of Noah licking my juices from his lips will stay with me as the best memory of all time.

“You taste like I imagined, Sena. So, fucking sweet.”

He'd thought of tonguing me? My flesh burst into flames. More wetness pooled.

As though he could feel the orgasm gathering, Noah prowled over me, this giant sized man who owned my soul was fitting himself between my legs, resting one hand to the arm of the sofa, he palmed his cock in the other and crudely dragged it up the length of my pussy.

We hissed at the same time. Pleasure quaking through me.

Best day of my life.

I’m fucking hysterical internally at this point. I couldn’t help myself. This was my dream come true and I’m barely breathing for wanting Noah.

His mouth was right there, an invite I wouldn’t ignore as I leaned up, grabbed him by the neck and kissed the ever-loving hell out of Noah.

His tongue followed mine in a kiss hot enough to start a fire.

Are we doing this?

One up thrust of my hips and I would have his cock buried inside me.

The thought sent my head into a dizzying spin.

Our kissing turned desperate, wet noise from both ends of me.

He kept rubbing the swollen tip of himself on my clit, and my vision blurred.

“Noah. God.”

He chuckled thickly. “I'll answer to both. You like that?”

“Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Please.”

“I will.”

He'll please me or he'll fuck me?

Please let it be both.

I'm out of my mind with lust, wild for the first stab of his cock. We’re so consumed in kissing one another that when a background noise tried to penetrate through, it went ignored.

My mouth was fucked by his tongue. Raw and raunchy.

I didn’t understand the suddenness of this switch in him and I don’t care. I wanted this. I wanted him badly without question.

Until the ringing happened again, and I became aware of it.

Divine intervention took an unwelcomed step into the room to ruin my fucking life.

It wasn’t so easy to let his mouth fall from mine and I rallied through his ringing phone by kissing hum hungrier than ever. Duelling with his tongue, I lashed and licked, my addiction in full swing and Noah appeared to be in the same state as he grunted and pressed harder to my lips. Eventually we slowed, panting in each other's mouths.

His cock rested between my legs, and when he jerked himself, the tip nudged through my lips and came back out slick. It was erotic as hell.

We were as intimate as two people could be half-dressed and leaking fluid over each other.

The ringing continued to the point it was hard to ignore. Then it stopped.

I breathed a sigh of relief and dived back into kissing him, a kiss Noah wholeheartedly joined with as he expertly licked in the same tempo as his stroked length.

Dear, Lord. It's foreplay to kill.

“I need to fuck you, kitten,” he ground out raggedly rubbing into my wetness, “feels so good.” His massive body shifted down ready to plunge, and oh, I was so ready for plunging that my hips flexed, and all my insides tightened.

He grunted a string of Ughns as if he too couldn't stand how good it felt.

We could analyze later, but now I needed more. God, give me more.

The ringing was so fucking insistent.

“Fucking hell.” He cursed, and rolled up to his knees, taking his glorious weight off me before yanking out his cell phone from his back pocket.

“What?” he snapped to the interrupter.

His eyes penetrated.

No. I wanted to scream.

I'm desperate enough that I scrambled up on my knees while he spat out instructions to whoever called, and I fisted his cock tightly, pumping him hard enough to provoke his free hand into grabbing the back of my neck when I dragged my lips over his throat. I licked the salty sweat, sucked on his Adam’s apple and fucked him with my hand.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Did you let them in? I don’t give a fuck if they have a damn warrant and a marching band. Tell them I’m on my way. Yes, I’ll sort it. Just hang tight.”

I know then whatever this was or going to be it’s over and my mouth paused on his throat. I let his cock go free.

His chest rapid, he moved his hand to my back and gentled me with a caress.

Damn them all.

 “What’s wrong?” I asked finally. My voice like glass. I longed to cry.

He moved from the sofa, zipped up as he ran a hand over his shaved head, tucked his shirt into his black pants and slide his phone into his pocket.

Like nothing happened.

Meanwhile I’m fucking naked. And embarrassed.

There was an apology in his eyes as I grabbed a cushion and put it in my lap.

My heart deflated.

“I have to go, I’m sorry, kitten. Goddammit. Diamond Wings is being raided. I need to be there.”

Diamond was one of his more problematic clubs in lower Manhattan, rife for drugs no matter what he did to stop them coming in. I knew this was important, he’d naturally have to go. I could whimper about it later.

“Crap. Yeah, of course. Go, Noah. I hope it’ll be okay.”

“Fuck. I don’t know how long I’ll be.” The apology in his tone.

I wanted to beg him to stay. My eyes pleaded.

It hurt he was leaving so easily. My goddamn hungry, clutching body didn’t understand work emergencies.

“It’s fine. Noah. Let me know everything is alright.”

Each sight of Noah always stole my breath. But the one of him striding through my apartment with the taste of my pussy in his mouth and my body still on high alert stung the most.

Only when I heard the click of the door did I sag into the cushion.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

What in the hell was that? We were so going to fuck, right? I wasn’t dreaming that. His cock was right there.

On. Me. Ready to slam in.

The buzz from our make out session still gripped every part of me, I could barely breathe, feeling it in the ache of my breasts and the tingle in my thighs.

I realized later that I didn’t mention Tom to him at all that night.

And I didn’t for many weeks.